Hermione's fists balled up beside her but Ginny grabbed her arm, turned around and said,"Shove off, Malfoy. She'll have a great life ahead with a man who loves her and the most amazing kids. You'll see." With that, she pulled an angry Hermione with her to the Griffindor common room.

Hermione pulled at his arm and made him sit down beside her. She handed him the sheets and reports. He went through them silently, his eyes widening at the special reports.


"Our son is a genius", Hermione whispered, "He's only four and can speak in full sentences with vocabulary a normal four year old doesnt know, he can walk and perform activites perfectly, he can read astonishingly well and he's... he's a prodigy."


"Wow..." was all Draco could manage to say.

Hermione raised an eyebrow at him, "Do you have any idea how ridiculous you sounded just now?" She smirked and turned around. Draco dropped his head into his hands.


"At least coffee?" He tried.


"Sure,when Voldemort has a ballet concert that he claims free for muggles", Hermione said, taking out a bowl of cereal.

"Have you spoken to your son AT ALL, Malfoy? Have you had a single conversation with him? Have you found out how he feels about her and how he feels about his family falling apart? How he practically blames himself for not being able to hold us together?He is your son, Malfoy! How can you be so freaking selfish?!"


"Listen, Granger, I can do what I please!"


"WELL THEN JUST GO SIGN THE DAMNED DIVORCE PAPERS!" Hermione cried.


"I WILL", He screamed back.

"You know this is why I get so easily annoyed at you!" He snapped, "You're so bloody stupid. You refuse to talk to anyone when somethings happened and you bloody pester us until you know what it is when something bothers us! Youre weak you know. Bloody weak! Crying at every damn thing!"

"Shut up!" She screamed, "Im not weak! This is all your fault! Im not upset for no reason! This- the reason we're here- it's all your fault! ITS ALL YOUR FREAKING FAULT, MALFOY!" She began hitting his chest with her fists.

"Ronald. Cant. Breathe", She stuttered.


"Sorry", Ron said, but didn't stop hugging her. He loosened his grip but still held her in his brotherly embrace.


Draco finally put away his phone and smirked at the scene in front of him, "I'd like my wife alive by the end of this, thanks." Ron looked up and grinned at him.

"I dont care if I killed myself! But Hermione? What would you have done if you lost her?" He growled, shoving Ron in the chest causing him to stumble backwards, "What would you have done if it was your fault you lost her? Would you have been able to live with yourself for killing her and your baby?! I wouldn't! Dammit, Ron! I can't live without her!"

This was not happening! She stood rooted to the spot as the two parts of the fabric that had been connected behind her neck came sliding down her shoulders and down her front. She managed to hold it up just before it fell and revealed anything.


She felt a tear slide down her cheek. Cameras were flashing all around her, capturing her in this state.

She heard him push his chair behind and stand up, his hand still holding her wrist lightly.


"Tell me why you're avoiding me like plague since morning. What did I do?" He asked.


She blinked back tears. "I dont know what you did. Just let go of me. I need to think."

"But he did!" Hermione found herself getting very angry. "And he's treating his son leagues better than you treated yours. He's giving his son all the love in the world. So much more than you gave your's. It's sick. Even after half your life, you aren't trying to fix things with your family! You still have time, Lucius!"

Lucius strode forward and came to stand inches away from Hermione. Draco immediately placed himself in between the two, facing the older man.

"Don't come near her", He snarled.

"Draco..." She tested quietly. He didn't even turn to look at her. Didn't even bat an eyelid.


"What do you want?" His voice was cold. Angry. Guarded.


"I came to apologize."

"Im not your son." Draco said, his jaw tense.


"I understand how you feel. But I am sorry. I truly am." The older man said.


"I dont forgive you. I don't think I ever will." Draco said, shaking his head. And before anybody could stop him, he had left the room, the door slamming behind him.

"Why do you care about her, Draco?"

Her eyes flew open and she froze, her hand fisting around her skirt as she waited for the response.

"I dont. Never did, never will." His voice.

"Time flies." She said, lacing her fingers with his and leaning back against him. "Soon they'll be getting married and having children of their own."

"Now you're just making me feel old." Draco chuckled. "Just enjoy the moment instead of thinking about the future."

"You brought it up." She protested, a smile playing at the corner of her lips.